Flying lessons (Jekyll/Rose and family?)

[call_me_snake]

Snake woke still curled around the bottle on the pilot's seat. He was cramped and cranky. He missed his bed and sighed wondering where the hell he was. For a moment he thought he was back in the war. Luckily that cleared before he opened his eye. There was no telling what time of day it was. Snake didn't care as he shifted around to get comfortable. He still wasn't much in the mood for company but he was going to have to be.

Reluctantly he sat up in the seat blinking at his reflection and mussed hair. He looked like shit and felt almost as bad. Rubbing his eye he slid the hatch back and listened. It was still quiet and Snake leaned the seat back intent on a few more minutes of sleep. He'd come out when he were ready.

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You'd have to be trying real hard to crash it. Snake shrugged. Besides I used to use free-fall tactics in the war. You know look like you're crashing then blow the shit out of the enemy because they aren't paying attention. I could pull us out of it.

Snake smiled. You might find this helps you better half calm down too. The "better half" part had a bit of sarcasm to it.